Airway is Life by Meghna Dassani DMD / #SpotlightPost #ReleaseBlitz @RABTBookTours @authorparul

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A national health crisis is stealing your family’s sleep away, one breath at a time.  In Airway is Life,  Dr. Meghna Dassani, DMD gives you the information you need to spot sleep-disordered breathing and other issues so that you can get the help that you and your family need.   Why are all stages of sleep important?  What diagnosis might show that sleep is an underlying issue?  How can you convince your doctor to prescribe a sleep study?  Dr. Dassani’s interesting, accessible work will give you the tools you need to protect your family’s sleep breathing and change their lives.

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Thank you, Meghna Dassani and RABT Book Tours

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About the Author

Dr. Meghna Dassani is an internationally educated dentist practicing in Houston, Texas. She received her initial dental training from the University of Mumbai, India where she graduated in 1996 and she operated a successful practice there for 6 years prior to moving to the US. She is a 2005 graduate of the Boston University (BU) Goldman School of Dental Medicine, where she was actively involved in research projects and she enjoyed working in communities surrounding the dental school.

She has been practicing in Houston, Texas for the last 15 years. She has a passion for providing patients with the highest quality of care that will benefit their overall health. Screening and treatment of obstructive sleep apnea in adults and children is an integral part of her practice. Her vision and goal for herself and her team is to help patients with sleep disordered breathing get the treatment they need to live healthier, happier lives.

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Website: http://www.MeghnaDassani.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/drdassani

Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/healthysleeprevolution

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The Last Tourist by Nowick Gray / #Extract #BlogTour @RABTBookTours @nowickgray

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Midlife crisis, his life’s dreams at an early end, it was time to bust out and see the world.

Nowick Gray sets out with backpack and drum to find out what he’s been missing. Tropical warmth, better health, inner peace… He scours Asia and the Pacific, Europe and Latin America for that perfect beach, a new tribe, a winter home. Will ayahuasca heal his woes, or an ayurvedic cleanse? Beset by desperate touts on an abandoned Bali shore, he knows he’s a dying breed: the last tourist.

With this fourth book in the My Country series, Nowick’s travels extend across the globe, caught in fresh prose reminiscent of Chatwin, Grant, Iyer, Matthiessen, Gilbert, Theroux. His creative nonfiction “shows the reader all the ways in which one can perceive, digest, and make sense of the world.” With “language that is superb: detailed yet economical; vivid and appealing,” The Last Tourist invites you to join an intrepid traveler “in the midst of the action as if walking alongside.”

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Part I – Paradise Lost and Found

Tourists don’t know where they’ve been. Travelers don’t know where they’re going.

— Paul Theroux, The Happy Isles of Oceania

Hawai’i: Gateway to the Tropics

Return to Paradise (1998)

Fourteen-year-old Nashira and I are en route to Hawaii; our first trip outside of continental North America. The most trying part of the journey is already behind us. It’s winter in the British Columbia mountains, and the Castlegar airport was socked in, so our initial flight was canceled. The airline offered to bus us instead, but by a roundabout route that would have arrived too late for our early-morning flight from Vancouver to Kauai. So we piled back into our pickup truck at four o’clock, with a twelve-hour window to complete what normally is an eight-hour trip to the coast. We would need that cushion, encountering snow in all three passes.

Nashira took it all like a trooper. We lifted our spirits with stops every hour and a half: more gas, a stretch, snacks, new music tapes to keep us rolling. But it was a grueling trip, with slippery pavement and poor visibility: faint clues of tracks on the snowy highway ahead, with only glimpses of a center or side line here or there; heavy clumps icing the windshield wipers; a pair of red lights to follow when I was lucky.

Manning Park in silence was a snowy, treacherous dream, forcing me to be calm, relaxed, attentive. I followed the lights of one car most of the way through, coasting in soft communion behind it, pacing my distance, breathing, sweating lightly, coming finally to a peaceful revelation of being home again, truly at home, on the road. In that breathing space of acceptance expanding suddenly to all of my world, wherever I now would move, my center would come with me, a home mobile and live and adaptable to any contingency. Facing death on every curve, with every passing truck a whisper away, I knew that in that calmness and steady awareness is the power to protect, to guide, to hold the life force in sacred responsibility.

Snow turned to rain as we approached the coast, but there were more challenges to come. In Abbotsford the wind buffeted the truck and it was hard to hold it steady on the road. Through the outlying areas of Vancouver, hazard lights were flashing with this or that minor disaster everywhere: a tree across the left lane of the Trans-Canada Highway that we almost hit, blinded by the warning lights; an overturned vehicle at a dead-end crossroads where I took a wrong turn to the airport near Langley; a taped-off area of several blocks in Vancouver; another tree blocking both lanes of the Trans-Canada eastbound; another blinding repair light; whole sections of the city darkened with a power outage (affecting 200,000 people, we heard later). The plane even now, two and a half hours after takeoff, is rocking through 200 km/hr winds.

Thank you, Nowick Gray and RABT Book Tours

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About the Author

Nowick Gray makes his home on Salt Spring Island, BC, where he writes fiction and creative nonfiction. A frequent contributor to The New Agora online magazine, Nowick also works as a freelance copyeditor. When not engaged with words, he enjoys hiking, kayaking, and playing African drums. In winter months, if not seeking unspoiled tropical locations, he settles for cozy hibernation at home.

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Website: http://NowickGray.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/nowickgray

Facebook: http://facebook.com/nowickg

LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/profile/view?id=36241540

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Dark Secrets of the Bayou by Kim Carter / #Extract #BlogTour @RABTBookTours @KimCarterAuthor @BookBuzznet

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Catherine “Tink” Mabrey, an up and coming attorney, is shocked by her recent inheritance from her estranged family on the bayou. After her mother died during childbirth, Tink’s father had quickly relocated them to the big city of Atlanta, Georgia. With no memory of her mother, she is determined to learn more about her lineage and decides to visit the bayou town of Kane, Louisiana. Candace, Tink’s co-worker and best friend, agrees to make the trip with her.

Before she has time to explore her family’s history, or decide what to do with the declining property, local murders plague Tink’s homecoming. She quickly finds herself caught in the middle of a multiple murder investigation – and quite possibly, the prime suspect. When Candace retreats back to Atlanta, Tink, with the support of an unlikely cast of characters, sets out to discover clues that have haunted and tormented her family for generations.

Could a concealed crime from the 1800’s, or the family’s estate itself, harbor keys to unlocking the past? The more they learn, the more they question whether some secrets are best left buried.

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KANE, LOUISIANA, 1859

EMMANUEL SINCLAIR STOOD BACK and surveyed the sprawling plantation that had encompassed his life for the past two years. He nodded with pleasure as if someone were there awaiting his approval. Placed perfectly amidst rows of river oaks, magnolias, and sycamores, the estate was breathtakingly beautiful. The well-designed landscape surrounding the home contrasted sharply with the bald cypress and coastal willows rising prominently from the waters in the bayou.

Emmanuel had no doubt, Lucretia, his soon-to-be bride, would be delighted with her stately new home. Within the next twenty-four hours, she was scheduled to go by train from Baltimore to the Ohio River.

Lucretia would then travel by steamboat via the Ohio and the Mississippi to New Orleans, where Emmanuel would be waiting for her. Lucretia’s trip would be grueling, but she’d experienced many challenges over her eighteen years. Her grandparents had been part of the Expulsion of 1755 when the British ejected all French-Acadians refusing to pledge allegiance to the King of England. Originally settling in Maine, her family relocated to New York before putting down permanent stakes in Baltimore.

Young Lucretia longed for consistency, and it had been Emmanuel’s stability that’d won her over. By the age of thirty-five, he’d already made his fortune in the cotton business. His father had died seven years earlier, leaving Emmanuel a sizeable concession of land and a fledgling cotton crop, which, at best, kept the plantation self-sufficient. But it was the combination of Emmanuel’s business savvy, the increase of cotton production, and Louisiana’s strategic ports that’d quickly increased his wealth.

AS EMMANUEL HAD BEEN STEADILY BUILDING a prosperous empire, Thaddeus Jackson had been constructing a flourishing kingdom of his own, on an equally expansive plantation a few miles away. Thaddeus had his father, Mathias, to thank for being born a free man of color. He had caught Andrew Jackson’s eye as a standout on the battlefield during the War of 1812. His grueling work ethic and leadership skills played pivotal in constructing breastworks, later referred to as Line Jackson.

Thaddeus had quickly tired of the story, even as a young boy, and considered his father nothing more than a yes-man who’d covered cotton bales with logs and mud to protect the white army. However, Andrew Jackson had been quite impressed— enough so, in fact, that he’d facilitated Mathias’s freedom. Not one to take any blessing for granted, Mathias had chosen to acquire Jackson’s surname out of gratitude.

Thaddeus had found much to dislike about his father, but he’d inherited many of his most admirable traits. He was a powerful leader and quick learner with a sense of adventure. These characteristics had led to his success as a Mississippi River privateer. His tall frame and good looks didn’t hinder him either. Both his appearance and self-confidence had also captured Fatima Lambert’s attention.

Fatima came with quite the story of her own. With a shortage of white women in the state of Louisiana and laws forbidding interracial marriage, the institution of plaçage enabled her to be a mistress to the very wealthy, and incredibly old, William Lambert. She’d been merely a teenager when he’d spotted her working his fields and had quickly arranged for her to be a kept woman.

Accustomed to hard labor and the unrelenting heat, she hadn’t objected to being at his beck and call and his bed when he’d insisted. Fortunately for Fatima, she’d only had to suffer through a few sessions of his sexual desires before he’d dropped dead of a heart attack at the ripe age of seventy-eight.

With William being a childless widower and having no other heirs with whom to split his fortune, Fatima had become the proud owner of not only his cotton plantation but his slaves as well. It wasn’t her attractiveness as a mulatto that’d lured Thaddeus to pursue Fatima; it’d been her property and the glorious cotton fields that promised a lifetime of financial security. Once he’d set his sights on her, there was little Fatima could do but concede to his advances. After all, who wouldn’t want a bright, handsome husband to take care of things?

A RABBIT SCURRIED beneath some underbrush, drawing Emmanuel’s attention to the cool, damp breeze and dark clouds promising an impending storm. He walked to the front porch, paused long enough to grab his oil lamp, and made his way inside. Emmanuel hesitated briefly to take in the magnificence of the grand staircase winding its way, like an ornate ribbon, up to the second and third floors. One of his slaves, who’d been trained as a blacksmith, had spent the past few months creating it, and he hadn’t disappointed.

It would surely take Lucretia’s breath away. Aside from a bed and some office necessities, the remaining furnishings would be left to Lucretia’s desires. Yet another of Emmanuel’s wedding gifts to her. Although it was midday, and the many windows gave way to ample light, thunder clouds had begun to darken the home’s interior. Emmanuel made his way up the stairs, down the corridor leading to the west wing, and entered his office. He slid the mantel a smidgen to the left.

This released the mechanism holding the entire faux fireplace intact, enabling him to unlock the steel door leading to an array of complex tunnels, and ultimately, his concealed vault. THIS WAS where the lives of two greedy and shrewd businessmen merged.

This was the beginning of a tale older than time, filled with greed, lust, superstition, and murderous secrets they’d both take to their graves.

It was a story meant to be locked away forever…

Thank you, Kim Carter and RABT Book Tours

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About the author

Kim Carter is an author of suspense, mystery and thriller novels. She was a finalist in the 2018 Killer Nashville Silver Falchion Award and recipient of the 2017 Readers’ Choice Award for her book Murder Among The Tombstones. This is the first book in her Clara and Iris Mystery series. The characters in this series are a couple of overly curious widows who become private investigators and were inspired by Kim’s mother and her mom’s best friend.

Her other titles include: When Dawn Never Comes, Deadly Odds, No Second Chances, And The Forecast Called For Rain, and Sweet Dreams, Baby Belle.

Kim’s writing career started after she suffered an illness that made her housebound for a couple of years. An avid reader of mystery novels, she embarked on writing as a means of filling her time. Kim shared those early writings with friends and family who encouraged her to pursue writing professionally. Her health struggles and successes have been chronicled on The Lifetime Television in early 2000, The Atlanta-Journal Constitution, Women’s Day Magazine, and Guideposts.

Prior to her illness, Kim worked in many different capacities in county government ranging from Park Director with Parks and Recreation to the Grant Department with Human Services. But, ultimately, it was her job as a correctional officer that provided her the opportunity to interact with a variety of people from all walks of life. Her experiences ran the gamete of inspiring success stories to tragic endings, much like her mysteries.

She self-published her first book No Second Chances. One of the guest speakers at the launch party she had at the Performing Arts Center in Newnan, Georgia included her close friend retired Atlanta Police chief Eldrin Bell. This connection would become helpful as she started doing more research for other books, this time working with a small publishing house.

Kim started networking and made connections with the Fulton County Medical Examiner’s Office. Her research has taken her many places including morgues, death row and the occasional midnight visit to cemeteries.

She is a college graduate of Saint Leo University, has a Bachelor Degree of Arts in Sociology. Kim and her husband have three grown children and live just outside of Atlanta, Georgia.

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/KimCarterAuthor

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The Girl in the Missing Poster by Barbara Copperthwaite / #Review #BooksOnTour @bookouture @BCopperthwait

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24 June, 1994 – Nineteen-year-old Leila Hawkins runs from her father’s birthday party into the stormy night wearing her sister Stella’s long red coat. Some say she was crying, others swear they saw her get into a passing car. Nobody ever saw her again.

Present – This time every year, on the anniversary of that fateful night, Stella decorates the small seaside town she grew up in with pictures of her beautiful missing sister. But after twenty-five years, is it even worth hoping someone will come forward? Perhaps the upcoming documentary will spark people’s memories by reuniting all the guests who were there the night Leila went missing.

As old friends gather and long-buried secrets begin to surface, the last thing Stella ever expects is a direct response from someone claiming they took Leila. They want private details of Stella’s life in return for answers. But as the true events of the night of the party play out once again, who is lying? And who is next?

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I really like books by this author. She has a special way of writing a story. I can’t exactly say what it is. I don’t know whether a word was invented for the atmosphere she creates and if there was I don’t know which word it is, but when I think about her name, I get a certain feeling that takes me back to previous books I read by her.

So, about this one. It’s not a crash boom bang kind of story, at least not in the beginning. It’s rather slow, but you feel the tension building and you also start to distrust almost everyone. They could all be culpable, without a doubt.

This book is like a river, slowly finding it’s way through the countryside until it suddenly it arrives at a cliff and throws itself over the top into the valley below. The suspense is taken to the maximum, you get anxious to find out the what and the how and afterwards, when all is revealed, everything settles again.

Did I take this person into consideration? Did I think they could be the baddie? Yes, their name popped in my mind, but no, I had put my money on someone else. 😊

A real good book. 4 stars.

Thank you, Barbara Copperthwaite and Bookouture

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About the author

Barbara is the Amazon and USA Today bestselling author of psychological thrillers INVISIBLE, FLOWERS FOR THE DEAD, THE DARKEST LIES, and HER LAST SECRET.

More importantly, she loves cakes, wildlife photography and, last but definitely not least, her two dogs, Scamp and Buddy (who force her to throw tennis balls for them for hours).

Having spent over twenty years as a national newspaper and magazine journalist, Barbara has interviewed the real victims of crime – and also those who have carried those crimes out. She is fascinated by creating realistic, complex characters, and taking them apart before the readers’ eyes in order to discover just how much it takes to push a person over a line.

When not writing feverishly, she is often found hiding behind a camera, taking wildlife photographs. 

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Facebook: www.facebook.com/AuthorBarbaraCopperthwaite

Twitter: https://twitter.com/BCopperthwait

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/author_barbara_copperthwaite/

Website: www.barbaracopperthwaite.com

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Jane Austen’s Best Friend by Zoe Wheddon / #Interview #Blogtour @rararesources @ZoeWheddon

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The life and influence of Martha Lloyd

All fans of Jane Austen everywhere believe themselves to be best friends with the beloved author and this book shines a light on what it meant to be exactly that. Jane Austen’s Best Friend; The Life and Influence of Martha Lloyd offers a unique insight into Jane’s private inner circle. Through this heart-warming examination of an important and often overlooked person in Jane’s world, we uncover the life changing force of their friendship. Each chapter details the fascinating facts and friendship forming qualities that tied Jane and Martha together. Within these pages we will relive their shared interests, the hits and misses of their romantic love lives, their passion for shopping and fashion, their family histories, their lucky breaks and their girly chats. This book offers a behind the scenes tour of the shared lives of a fascinating pair and the chance to deepen our own bonds in ‘love and friendship’ with them both.

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– When and where do you prefer to write?

I love to write at my desk in my home, and my ideal would be to get up and out in the morning, first thing, to go to the gym or a yoga session and then to come home and write throughout the morning. When I am really in the zone with some research it is easy to forget lunch. But honestly, I find the best for me is to write regularly and so if this means snatched bits of writing time or making notes in the car whilst waiting for someone or getting out into a coffee shop or writing for an hour after I finish teaching for the day – then that’s how it has to be done.

– Do you have a certain ritual?

I always light a candle – Crackling Wood Fire by Yankee Candle and put on my Bose noise-cancelling headphones and set the Forest App to grow a tree – and keep me off of social media – whilst listening to the rain in the rain forest soundscape. It helps me to shut the world out and to find my focus. It creates the atmosphere that allows me to escape into my thoughts.

– Is there a drink of some food that keeps you company while you write?

My lovely husband makes me coffee after coffee, in my Jane Austen or Mamma Mia mug -and I always take about 4 sips before it goes cold. I have to be really intentional about snacking or I would eat a whole bag of chocolate buttons – so I have the Go Ahead Fruits of the Forest slices.

– What is your favourite book?

That is sooooo hard to say because I love to read and it is usually what I am reading at the time. I love to binge read for escape, so the book becomes my world. 3 books I have loved lately are Pride and Prejudice, Hamnet by Maggie O’Farrell and I cried my eyes out at I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday by Milly Johnson.

– Do you consider writing a different genre in the future?

I love researching for a book it is a wonderful and truly enjoyable part of the process for me and I am working on a historical fiction novel about my hometown over 3 different time periods. I would love to write a romantic comedy novel and as I have taught for so many years, I would really like to write a YA novel one day too.

– Do you sometimes base your characters on people you know?

When inventing characters, I think that I take little parts of people who I have been reading about in old newspaper articles, council meeting minutes or personal diaries and accounts and I really love sitting in a cafe and noticing people, observing them, making little notes about them and then creating a story about them and imagining their backstory.

– Do you take a notebook everywhere in order to write down ideas that pop up?

That’s such a good question – I intentionally do that sometimes, for example when going to a coffee shop as I mentioned before, but I do have random notebooks stationed around the house too– next to the bed and in the kitchen for example, and I use the note taking facility on my phone so that I can quickly write down little ideas when they strike. I have amazing dreams of stories sometimes and you always think, ‘that is so vivid, I will definitely remember that’ and then within 3 minutes of getting up, all the brilliance of the ideas fades and I forget it all. So, I scribble down ideas and parts of ideas as they come sometimes even on the back of a till receipt or envelope that happens to be lying about the place.

– Which genre do you not like at all?

I always want to read Steven King because his book ‘On Writing’ is so good, so inspiring. But I have the sort of brain that cannot let an image go easily and so I cannot read horror – no matter how much I wish I could.

– If you had the chance to co-write a book. Whom would it be with?

Ooh, I love that question. I would love to work with a historian/biographer such as Lucy Worsley or Professor Paula Byrne – they are both so clever and I would love to see how they work, collect, and express their ideas. What fun it would be to bounce ideas off each other.

– If you should travel to a foreign country to do research, which one would you chose and why?

I think I would like to go to Spain. I have a degree in Spanish and I have studied Spanish history and literature in detail in the past, so it would be great to get to use my language skills alongside my passion for writing and research. Plus, I could go and sit in a Spanish café and soak up some sun and culture at the same time.

Thank you, Zoe Wheddon and Rachel’s Random Resources

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About the Author 

‘A native of Jane Austen’s beloved county of Hampshire, Zoe Wheddon, lives in a village on the outskirts of the touwn that she and her husband Matt grew up in, with three grown up children and a cat called Leia.

She co-presents the popular podcast What Would Jane Do and writes articles and book reviews on matters relating to friendship, self-compassion and personal development on her blog. When not researching or writing her next book, Zoe can be found in the classroom teaching Spanish and French or singing ABBA songs loudly in her kitchen.’

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Twitter: @ZoeWheddon

Facebook: Zoe Wheddon Author page.

Instagram: Zoe_Wheddon

Website- www.zoewheddon.co.uk

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https://www.amazon.co.uk/Jane-Austens-Best-Friend-Influence/dp/1526763818/

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https://www.waterstones.com/book/jane-austens-best-friend/zoe-wheddon/9781526763815

https://www.pen-and-sword.co.uk/Jane-Austens-Best-Friend-Hardback/p/18769

The Art of Hybrid Timber Framing by Bert Sarkkinen / #Extract #BlogTour @RABTBookTours @Desiree_Duffy

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Hybrid Timber Framing has experienced a massive resurgence in modern architecture. The potential for gorgeous personalized design is unmatched. Hybrid Timber Framing done wrong, however, can create ugly imbalance and detract from the overall look and feel. Done right, it goes so far beyond the initial investment, the value is hard to overstate.

The Art of Hybrid Timber Framing explores the link between traditional craftsmanship, with current building styles such as “Craftsman”, “Rustic”, “Modern” and beyond. It is a must-read for Owners, Designers, and Builders who want to influence the look and feel of their project using exposed beam construction. It is rich with ideas, imagery, and instruction to jump start your inspiration and planning.

Naturally, timbers and exposed beams have outsized impact on the aesthetics of building projects. Adding timbers without weighing the structural and aesthetic impacts can magnify any awkward imbalances; proceeding without addressing these important considerations is very risky.

While this is not a technical manual, you will learn how to avoid expensive pitfalls and understand the diverse timber styles showcased in this book. This will help you better communicate your ideas, achieve an enjoyable building process, and maximize your probabilities of getting the right look using hybrid timber framing. This guide will help you plan and build it right the first time!

You will Discover:

  • How to achieve optimized beauty by first defining ugly
  • Where to draw the line with hybrid timber framing
  • Seven chapters portraying diverse and unique timber styles
  • How to avoid the over simplified “Hail Mary” approach
  • How to accurately predict the cost of hybrid timber framing

Learn from a Master of Hybrid Timber Framing. There is absolutely no need to repeat needless mistakes. Bert Sarkkinen, the author, has explored timber framing from the perspective as a builder, a designer and a researcher. His specialty has been in matching clients’ personalities and tastes, to the ideal timber frame designs to accentuate what is unique about the clients project or theme. The book delves into these relationships between design preferences, and actual Hybrid Timber Frame applications. Structural aspects, timber sizing, the golden ratio, and design/build processes are necessary for a successful the outcome. This book is highly informative, with beautiful photography, and is like a coach in your pocket a with personal touch!

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“Just as a tree must first expend energy growing roots before upward growth, you must do the same before building.”

Thank you, Bert Sarkkinen and RABT Book Tours

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About the Author

When Bert Sarkkinen was 16, he quit his job as a farm hand and went to work for his father as a framing apprentice. This golden opportunity gave him the foundation to become a trailblazer in the hybrid timber framing industry. 

Fascinated with the way people tick, Sarkkinen discovered that he could match people to the right timber framing options by understanding their personalities. Ultimately, when their wants and needs are properly analyzed, it results in a personalized Timber Framing experience that exceeds expectations. 

He understands nuances in personality types, such as thinkers tend to go for function before form. The way people talk, the vernacular they use, can say a lot about their real tastes.  

Through a “Trial By Fire” Bert Sarkkinen built his team and dialed in the best people to take the vision of his company to the next level. As the company gained more traction, and employees took more ownership, Bert became a visionary and a leader, teaching the craft of timber framing to others as well as instilling in them years of expertise as an ally to help them succeed. 

Today, Bert Sarkkinen is not only the founder of Arrow Timber, he is also the author of The Art of Hybrid Timber Framing, releasing as a second edition, January, 2021. The book is a guide for people who want to explore Timber Framing, and for those who enjoy the unique aesthetics it offers architecture and homebuilding. It is a look into the amazing world of Timber Framing and it makes for a beautiful coffee table book. 

Bert can discuss: 

  • How Timber Framing can be personalized art
  • How one can discover unknown aspects of their personality by their preferences in style and design – the quiz he created for potential clients
  • What is personalized art? What happens when it is done right? When it is done wrong?
  • What do you mean when you suggest people should focus on outward things and not on inward things?
  • Why is it important for people to value their gifts? What words of wisdom can you share about not “downplaying” ones’ self?
  • Why do you recommend people to always break a sweat before taking a shower?
  • What are daddy long legs?
  • Advice to future business leaders about tenacity and perseverance. 
  • What are the four levels of “ugly” and how does this tie into being happy?

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Website: http://www.bertsarkkinen.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ArrowTimberFraming/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/arrowtimber/

Blog: https://bertsarkkinen.com/?blog=y

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The Double by Gosslin Ann / #Extract #BlogTour @legend_times_ @GosslinAnn

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Following a violent outburst at an awards ceremony, Vidor Kiraly, a prize-winning neuroscientist and Cambridge don,
is sent to an isolated psychiatric clinic in the Swiss Alps.
When the clinic’s director, Anton Gessen, tries in vain to unearth the missing pieces of Vidor’s life, he suspects his
reluctant patient is not who he appears to be. After one of the patients at the clinic goes missing, Gessen has reason
to doubt Vidor’s self-proclaimed innocence. But what is he hiding, and who might be next?

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22 October 2008

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When a man in ceremonial dress announced his name, Vidor rose from his seat and approached the stage. Polite applause
and a blaze of flashbulbs accompanied his journey up the steps. Blinded by the cameras, he briefly stumbled as a wave
of nausea threatened to derail his progress towards the dais and the beaming man awaiting him.
Having rushed to the airport to catch his flight to Copenhagen, and too nervous to eat, he’d consumed nothing
since breakfast. That single whisky on the plane to calm his nerves had left a burning sensation in his gut. The big day had
come, the pinnacle of his career, yet here he was, unsteady on his feet and afraid of passing out.
His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince of Denmark, resplendent in gold epaulettes and a blue silk sash, smiled at
him as he approached the dais. He touched his breast pocket to make sure he hadn’t left his notes on the kitchen table.
Winner of the Søgaard Prize for Excellence and Innovation in Neuroscience. Quite a feather for his cap. Perhaps next
year it would be the Nobel. With his name in the history books, no one would doubt him then.
In the great hall, where the air was thick with the odour of too many bodies, he found it difficult to breathe. But he remembered
to smile as the Crown Prince placed a gold medal around his neck, and a brass plaque was thrust into his arms. They shook
hands and together turned towards the rows of heads, faceless in the muted light, while the media pack snapped away in a frenzy
of popping flashbulbs. ‘Over here! Give us a smile.’
He flinched in the bright lights and shuffled his notes, frowning through a brief moment of confusion – why was he
here? – before launching into his prepared remarks. He began with Newton’s famous quote about standing on the shoulders
of giants, sure to be a crowd pleaser. But his words stalled and juddered as he thanked his colleagues and students, pausing
to remind the esteemed members of the audience about the slow and painstaking nature of scientific progress. One step
forward, two steps back. He meant to offer them a pithy line, frequently quoted in his field, but couldn’t locate the phrase
in his notes. Did he not write it down?
Sweat streamed from his brow. Before him, the disembodied heads expanded to ghoulish proportions, then receded like
deflating balloons. He struggled to read his notes, and when he looked up, he spotted a man slipping through the doors and taking
a place at the back of the hall. Arms crossed, jutting chin. A sinister, jeering figure, with black eyes that glowed like embers.
Blood rushed to his face. Him again. How dare he?
Choking with rage, a strangled cry escaped his lips.
‘Monster. Traitor! You’re supposed to be dead.’
Blind with fury, Vidor leapt from the stage and raced down the aisle to lunge for the intruder’s throat. The satisfying crack
of the man’s skull hitting the stone floor gave him a brief moment of pleasure.
Amidst the rising tide of chaos and clamour, someone wrenched his arm back. A sharp cry, a stab of pain. Darkness
fell upon him like a shroud.
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Clinique Les Hirondelles
Saint-Odile, Switzerland
23 October 2008

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Ten minutes past the hour, and Gessen’s first patient of the day had failed to appear. After a night of broken sleep,
he’d opened his eyes in the waning darkness, trying to hold onto the remnants of a dream. Lost in a forest, obscured by
shadows, he’d thrashed for what seemed like hours through the deepening gloom. Only to stumble through a hedge of
thorns, scratched and bleeding, to find the ruins of a once glorious city, razed to the ground.
A classic anxiety dream, Gessen mused. Brought on, no doubt, by yesterday’s report from his accountant on the dire
state of the clinic’s finances. But he had no time to worry about money today. As always, his attention was focused on
the individuals in his care, and this particular patient, an angry young man admitted against his will, was proving to be a
difficult nut to crack. After six weeks of little progress, their treatment sessions had deteriorated into a contest of wills.
He stood and scanned the grounds, as if Ismail might be lurking in the garden outside his window. The cobalt sky shimmered with that peculiar, scintillating light of the high mountains. But there was no sign of a furtive young man crossing the vast lawn between the stone manor and the precipitous slope to the valley below. Though ringed by treacherous peaks, the great bowl of open space and crystalline air seemed to reassure him: All will be well.
A shadow darkened a corner of the box hedge. Gessen blinked and it was gone. He buzzed Ursula, but when no reply
came, he hurried off and nearly collided with her in the hall outside his office. Her face was taut with worry, and strands
of pale hair hung loose from a metal clip.
‘Ismail’s gone missing.’ Her eyes flicked to the window. ‘He was at breakfast this morning, but now nobody can find him.’
Dread pooled in his gut. Losing a patient was his worst nightmare, but Ismail had to be somewhere on the grounds.
If he’d breached the boundary, his wrist monitor would have triggered an alarm. Gessen hurried down the hallway, with
Ursula close behind. ‘Have you looked everywhere?’
‘We checked the obvious places,’ she said. ‘But if he’s trying to elude us he could be anywhere.’
True. The clinic’s extensive grounds and gardens offered any number of places to hide. The patients’ wrist monitors,
while a useful tool for tracking their movements, weren’t accurate enough to pinpoint their exact coordinates at any
given moment. They would have to fan out and look for him. He rubbed his temples. Though nothing about this was
funny, he could picture Ismail contriving his vanishing act as a wonderful joke. What fun to lead the staff on a merry goose
chase while he hid at the back of a wardrobe like a naughty child. Except he wasn’t a child, even if he acted like one at
times. A spoiled and entitled young man, furious at having his freedom curtailed.
As they stood on a hillock behind the manor house, Gessen scanned the grounds. ‘Have you informed Security?’
‘Not yet.’ Ursula bit her lip. ‘I suppose I should have, but I wanted to tell you first.’
They hurried along the gravel path that led to the men’s residences, while Gessen peered left and right at the masses
of shrubbery and small stands of pine. He should have cleared all that out years ago. With so many places to hide, Ismail
could be anywhere.
‘Let’s split up,’ he said. ‘I’ll check his chalet, while you organise the house attendants to search the grounds.’ As
Ursula headed back to inform the staff, his mind raced ahead.
Where could the boy be? Cameras studded the property. Any one of them should have picked up Ismail’s movements.
Time to alert Security. Sweat dampened his collar as he punched the number into his phone. Before anyone picked
up, he spotted a figure, some fifty metres away, slipping through the hedge. His heart lurched with relief, and he
texted Ursula: Found him.
Spurred on by a rush of adrenaline, Gessen crashed through the shrubbery and into the hushed atmosphere of the
Zen garden. Normally, his favourite place in the grounds, painstakingly constructed with exotic flora and statuary
shipped from Japan. But with his heart hammering against his ribs, it was impossible to appreciate the elements of stillness
and ease. A movement in the far side of the garden caught his eye. A slender figure heading towards a gap in the hedge.
‘Ismail!’
The boy hesitated. When he turned, his dark eyes blazed with scorn. Weak with relief, Gessen struggled to stay calm.
‘We’ve been looking for you.’
Ismail folded his arms. ‘And now you’ve found me.’ He waited while Gessen trotted over, as if this infuriating lad
were in charge and his doctor was nothing more than a welltrained lackey. Ismail patted his pockets for the cigarettes he
wouldn’t find. Though he’d been offered nicotine patches, he complained bitterly that not only was he robbed of his
freedom, but also one of his greatest pleasures. What was next? Coffee? Food and water?
‘I’m just glad to see you’re all right,’ Gessen said, chest heaving, as he tried to project a professionalism he didn’t feel.
What he felt like doing was giving the lad a good thrashing.
‘Why wouldn’t I be?’ Ismail brushed a dried leaf from his sleeve. ‘What are you doing out here, anyway? Don’t we have
a session or something?’ He turned on his heel and headed across the lawn in the direction of the manor house.
Gessen followed doggedly behind, reluctant to say anything more lest he set the boy off. His heart ticked oddly as he tried
to keep up. A close call. Not something he wished to repeat.
And where, during all the excitement, was Ismail’s personal bodyguard? A man named Sendak, courtesy of Ismail’s father,
whom Gessen passed off to the staff as a new groundsman.
Wasn’t the man paid to keep Ismail out of harm’s way?
After this latest show of rebellion, it might be best to have someone on his own payroll to watch Ismail around the clock.
A glorified minder, as a backup to the useless bodyguard.
Another expense he couldn’t afford.
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Seated across from Ismail in one of the suede wingback chairs in his office, he waited for his reluctant patient to say
something in his defence.
‘I’m here to help you,’ Gessen said, as the minutes dragged on, ‘but I can only do that if you meet me halfway.’
Ismail spread his fingers and made a show of examining his nails. ‘And how do you suggest I do that?’
Only the very wealthy, Gessen mused, could be so coolly self-assured. He suspected it was a pose, though there was no
doubt Ismail was suffering. Anxiety and depression topped the list. Exacerbated, surely, by the ongoing stand-off with
his father, a wealthy diplomat and business tycoon, with an explosive temper, if the rumours were true. To complicate
matters, Ismail now had two men to rebel against, both of whom stood in the way of his only desire: a swift return to
Oxford and the ‘unsuitable attachment’ awaiting him there.
A pretty, socially ambitious girl, apparently, whom the father was anxious to keep away from his son.
Gessen leaned forward, hoping to make eye contact. ‘Talk to me.’
Ismail raised an eyebrow. ‘I’d rather not.’ With a look of distaste he scanned the room. ‘Why isn’t there a single bloody
clock in this pimped-up prison of yours?’
‘Is there somewhere you have to be?’ Gessen suppressed a smile. The boy certainly had a way with words. A brilliant
student in his last year at Oxford, he’d been headed for a first-class degree in biomedical engineering, until his plans
were derailed in the wake of a suicide attempt. A bid for his father’s attention, Gessen believed, rather than a true desire to
die, but that didn’t mean he could take any chances. Not with a patient like this, trapped by family decrees and fighting for
personal autonomy. After graduating, Ismail had planned to take a year off and travel with his girlfriend before returning
to England to study medicine. That is, until his father swooped in and scuppered his plans.
Ismail slid onto his tailbone and closed his eyes. A segue to his usual modus operandi, refusing to speak. Since Gessen
couldn’t force him to talk, their sessions often ended in a stalemate. Mute patience on one side, seething resentment on
the other, with Gessen obliged to travel the thin line between silence and a restrained monologue. Tossing titbits into the
void about how important it was for Ismail to work through not only the impasse with his father, but the storm of emotions
roiling in his heart.
But he might as well be talking to a stone. Worn out by his troubled sleep and the panic over the boy’s disappearance,
Gessen folded his hands in his lap and listened to Ismail breathe. As the silence stretched into minutes, his mind
wandered to a small item in the newspaper he’d seen at breakfast. An acclaimed Cambridge University neuroscientist,
who was in Copenhagen to receive an international prize, had gone berserk and attacked a man in the audience.
As he pictured the scene, Gessen puzzled over the drama.
Had the scientist known the man he attacked, or did a random stranger trigger a momentary psychosis? A memory kindled,
a buried injury revealed. Gessen’s speciality, the rupture of the psychic wound, ossified through time, yet festering still.
In a man like Professor Kiraly, an award-winning Cambridge don at the pinnacle of his career, it was intriguing to imagine
what that wound might be.
Ismail sighed noisily and rose to his feet. ‘Are we done here?’
Gessen felt a surge of paternal empathy. How easily he recalled the passions of youth. The fierce desire to set fire to
the world and fashion it anew. We don’t choose our families.
A sentiment he’d shared with Ismail at the start of his therapy.
Parents and siblings are thrust upon us. There’s no running away, so we must learn to deal with them as best we can.
But convincing Ismail to make friends with his anger was no simple matter. Whether the boy liked it or not, they had a long
road ahead of them.
A blood vessel beat in Ismail’s neck and his dark eyes flashed. A good thing his father was safely in Geneva, Gessen
mused. Such anger, if not held in check, could escalate to catastrophic proportions.
‘In the time remaining today, I’d like to explore in more depth your relationship with your father.’ He gestured at
Ismail to retake his seat. ‘Why don’t we start with your very first memory and go from there.’

Thank you, Ann Gossling and Legend Press

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About the Author

Ann was born and raised in New England in the US. She has lived and worked internationally in
the Netherlands, Morocco, Malaysia, Germany and now lives in Switzerland.

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A Chance Encounter by Rae Shaw / #CoverReveal #BlogTour @rararesources

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Julianna Baptiste, a feisty bodyguard, finds her new job tedious, that is until her boss, the evasive Jackson Haynes, spikes her curiosity. Who is behind the vicious threats to his beautiful wife and why is he interested in two estranged siblings?

Mark works for Haynes’s vast company. He’s hiding from ruthless money launderers.

His teenage sister Ellen has an online friend whom she has never met. Ellen guards a terrible secret.

For eight years their duplicitous father has languished in prison, claiming he is innocent of murder. The evidence against him is overwhelming, so why does Mark persist with an appeal?

Keen to prove her potential as an investigator, Julianna forces Mark to confront his mistakes. The consequences will put all their lives in danger.

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Rae Shaw is a pen name for the author Rachel Walkley.

Rachel is based in the North West of England. She read her first grown-up detective novel at the age of eleven, which proved to be a catalyst for filling many shelves with crime books, which still occupy her home and grow in number whenever she visits a book shop.

As well as crime, Rachel likes to unplug from the real world and writes mysteries that have a touch of magic woven into family secrets.

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Lockdown innit by Marjorie Mallon / #SpotlightPost #BookBlitz @Shalini_G26 @Marjorie_Mallon

Lockdown Innit is a poetry collection of eighteen poems about life’s absurdities and frustrations during lockdown. Wherever you live in this world, this is for you. Expect humour, a dollop of banter and ridiculous rants here and there. Amongst other delights, witness the strange antics of a swan posing by a bin and two statuesque horses appearing like arc deco pieces in a field. Check out the violin player on a tightrope, or the cheeky unmentionables wafting in the lockdown breeze!

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About the Author

My alter ego is MJ – Mary Jane from Spiderman. I love superheroes!

On the 17th of November I was born, in Lion City: Singapore, (a passionate Scorpio, with the Chinese Zodiac sign a lucky rabbit.) My early childhood was spent in Hong Kong. During my teen years, my parents returned to my father’s birthplace, Edinburgh, where I spent many happy years. As a teenager, I travelled to many far-flung destinations. It’s rumoured that I now live in the Venice of Cambridge, with my six-foot hunk of a Rock God husband. My two enchanted daughters have almost flown the nest, but often return with a cheery smile to greet me.

During the day, I work in an international sixth form with students from around the world. I’m the meet and greet lady who welcomes them to their new college and issues them with late slips when they don’t get to their lessons on time!

I write YA fantasy, paranormal, horror/supernatural short stories, flash fiction and short form poetry. More recently, I have produced and compiled an anthology/compilation set during the early stages of COVID-19 entitled This Is Lockdown. Following on from this, in February 2021 I will be releasing Lockdown Innit, poems about absurdity.

I’ve been blogging for many moons at my blog home Kyrosmagica, which means Crystal Magic. From time to time I write articles celebrating the spiritual realm, inspiration and my love of nature, crystals and all things magical, mystical, and mysterious.

My eclectic blog shares my three loves: reading, writing, and creativity. I adore reading and have written over 150 reviews on my blog: https://mjmallon.com/2015/09/28/a-z-of-my-book-reviews/

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Intent: In the Shadows by Krista Wagner / #SpotlightPost #BlogTour @RRBookTours1 @IntentBook04

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Small Town Secrets #1

It’s hard to enjoy high school when someone is stalking you. . .

Raylee, a pastor’s daughter, just wants to get through the last two years of high school. But it’s not easy when you’re an outsider. Or when the most popular girl in school’s goal is to make your life miserable.

Or when someone starts to STALK you. . .

When classmate Paul befriends Raylee, she is determined to ignore Crystal’s ploys. And when new student Billy arrives, Raylee finds herself drawn to his mysterious side. But Crystal is determined too, and she will do whatever it takes to keep him from Raylee and to ensure that the rest of Raylee’s high school years remain angst-ridden.

Raylee must cling to her FAITH in God more than ever, because someone lurks in the shadows, watching her, leaving scary clues, someone who wants to set her on edge. But why? Is it Crystal and her clique, or worse, someone she trusts?

*Book #1 is a clean mystery suspense appropriate for young adult and up

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Krista Wagner has been creating stories since she was seven and is best known for her mystery and suspense novels. Back in the 90’s, she was on her high school literary magazine staff, and she also co-authored a zine, a montage devoted to the creativity of multiple teenagers. Her short stories and poetry have appeared in several literary publications. She wrote her first novel at the age of 14, but it wasn’t until her thirties that she published her first book. Krista reaches into those chasms of darkness, dealing with themes of betrayal

and deception and hope, with intriguing characters and intense story lines. All her books are for young adult and up.

“Dealing with danger and handing out hope” Krista Wagner, author of mysteries, thrills, and all that is real.

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